I moved to SF a month ago. Something shifted immediately.
These are sacred grounds. The energy of the people who built the internet, who built the infrastructure that lets one guy with no employees build a platform, a movement, you can feel it.
I barely go out. Barely date. Donāt do conferences or investor dinners. I just sit in friendsā offices with engineers and build.
Itās not networking. Itās something in the air.
Thank you San Francisco. Thank you ancestors.
Weāre so back.
This is our God: Jesus, King of Peace, who rejects war, whom no one can use to justify war. He does not listen to the prayers of those who wage war, but rejects them, saying: āEven though you make many prayers, I will not listen: your hands are full of bloodā (Is 1:15).
coming to you all LIVE from a certain special administrative region⦠hereās everything i couldnāt tweet when i didnāt have twitter on the mainland
older white professor who speaks Japanese is insisting we all (re)watch Lost in Translation on the flight to Tokyo⦠thereās such an undercurrent of perversion to this trip already.